The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 635: Xianfeng: No, if this continues I will become a hero of the Taiping Rebellion!

"How should this hybrid be identified?"

Senator Brown, who like Davis was from Mississippi, took up the question of the Countess of Mount Temple.

Xianfeng sent two glances to his two supporters Davis and O'Connor respectively. He narrowed his triangular eyes and rushed towards the two American senators with the momentum that could only be cultivated by being in a superior position for a long time. The two immediately felt pressured. This must be the little prince of God possessed again! Otherwise, how could Zhao Si, a charlatan from the bottom of society, have such momentum?

I can’t let the little prince down, otherwise I won’t be able to become the “Oil King of Capitol Hill”.

Thinking of this, Senator Davis immediately said seriously: "The reason why white people are white is because of their white skin color. How to identify yellow-white mixed-race people is of course to look at the skin color! If the skin color is yellow, it means that they are not yellow-white mixed-race. If they look very white, close to white, then they must be mixed-race, and they have more white blood."

Several senators present all turned their eyes to Rinko - this girl has very fair skin, even those white-skinned masters are not as fair as her!

Rinko smiled and nodded, and said in a pure Oxford accent: "Yes, I am a mixed race of yellow and white. I am the niece of Queen Victoria and the Countess of Mount Temple in the British Empire!"

This taste is so authentic!
She is a pure-blooded old English aristocrat, genuine, recognized by the Queen. The white-skinned masters in the New World are most fascinated by such British female aristocrats.
"The Countess of Temple Mount is right! People with the same skin color as her are mixed-race yellow and white. No, they are white people!"

"That's right, the Baroness is so white, if you are not white, there are no white people in the world!"

"The baroness is a relative of Her Majesty the Queen."

"And he's a relative of Jesus, how noble!"

Several old white American men all gathered around Rinko and praised her skin color and ancestry. In their eyes, this female ninja from Iga had become the most noble British aristocrat. There was naturally no problem in identifying her as "yellow-white mixed-race" based on her skin color.

Today, there are six senators gathered in O'Connor's "Lolita Manor" - this is already a lot! There are only 6 states in the United States today, and each state has two senators, a total of 32 senators. Six senators have supported "the mixed race of yellow and white people in the newly joined states have citizenship rights", which is almost one-tenth.

Moreover, five of these six people are Democrats, and four of them are senators from the Democratic Southern Caucus. As long as the subsequent political donations and "Lolita Dinner" can keep up, it is very likely that the entire Democratic Caucus and a small number of Republican senators and House members will support this legislation.

Once this legislation is passed, the True Crew will have the chance to capture two new states on the West Coast!

"Not only have we almost completed the task of transporting grain back to the country, but we have also solved the 'yellow-white mixed-race case'. If this succeeds, the states on the west coast of the United States will all be ruled by my Zhenyue faction!"

In New York, the hearty laughter of the Southern King Feng Yunshan rang out in the East Coast Cathedral of the True Prophet Sect. Xianfeng and Rinzi, who had just returned from the "Lolita Manor" in Long Island, were now standing in front of His Royal Highness the Southern King.

Xianfeng seemed a little "restrained" - he had "escaped from heaven", and it would be bad if Feng Yunshan found out!

It seems that he has been a bit too high-profile recently. He originally only wanted to climb up the high branch of the "King of Dainan" of the Southern Dynasty of the United States and live comfortably under his protection for the rest of his life. But he didn't expect that he was too high-profile at once. He must be low-key in the future!
"Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother"

When Xianfeng was thinking about keeping a low profile, Rinzi's voice suddenly rang in his ears. He realized that he seemed to be distracted, and when he looked up, he found Feng Yunshan and Rinzi looking at him with a smile!
"King Nan, I, I."

Feng Yunshan saw how excited Xianfeng was and thought that he was happy after having done something great! He smiled and said to him, "Zhao Si, work hard. When the two matters of 'the yellow-white mixed-race case' and 'transporting grain back to the country' are both done, I will guarantee that you will be a meritorious official in peace!"

"Tai, Taiping meritorious official?" Xianfeng thought to himself, "I can't be a Taiping meritorious official. It would be bad if I was discovered. I have to keep a low profile!"

Seeing Zhao Si's confused look, Rinko smiled and explained, "Fourth brother, the heroes of the peace era are really great. They can be granted a title!"

"A title?" Xianfeng shook his head hurriedly, "No, no, I didn't make such a great contribution, Prince Nan, I didn't do anything."

"Good!" Feng Yunshan said with a smile, "You are quite modest. Good, good, do a good job! I will fight for your title for you."

Xianfeng wanted to continue to refuse, but Feng Yunshan waved to Rinzi, and the "cheap princess" of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom bowed to Feng Yunshan, and then pulled Xianfeng, who was still in shock and had not reacted, out of the main hall of the True Protestant Church.
The California sun in June made the rammed earth walls hot. When Friedrich took off his hat to fan himself, the bronze bell on the watchtower suddenly rang. Twenty or so men in bamboo hats stood up from the cornfield and cast their eyes on the 1841 Mississippi rifles placed by the field.

"What are they guarding against?" Moore squinted at the dust in the distance. Three white men on white horses were wandering along the ridgeline, and the lens of the monocular occasionally reflected a dazzling light. The hem of the red robe of Bishop De Ling of Marin County was stained with grass clippings, and his fingers unconsciously touched the Colt revolver at his waist: "Last month, a Unity Farm in Santa Cruz County was burned and more than a hundred people died!"

"Who did it?" Moore asked.

"White devils!" De Ling glanced at Moore and Friedrich. "They are the white devils who were here before the gold rush. They always think that the whole of California belongs to them, but there are only tens of thousands of them! How can they occupy so much land? Besides, this place originally belonged to the Spanish, and even earlier to the Indians."

As De Ling spoke, he led Moore and Friedrich through the iron-clad wooden door and into the fortress known as the 10th Unity Farm in Marin County. Friedrich noticed that the wooden door was pitted with dozens of bullet holes - it was obvious that the area around San Francisco was not peaceful now!

The aroma of steamed rice cakes wafted through the wall. Twenty or so Japanese women in headscarves were busy around a stone mill. A girl in a shrine maiden's costume stood on tiptoe to hang bandages on the clothesline - a wooden sign beside the drying yard read "For operating room only" in Chinese.

"Every Wednesday is target shooting day." De Ling pointed to the open space behind the church where smoke was rising. Seven or eight children in their early teens lined up to receive paper bullets. A boy in the front row skillfully loaded bullets into an 1841 rifle, then pointed the gun at a scarecrow a few dozen steps away. The scarecrow wore a worn-out wide-brimmed hat and looked like a cowboy in the Western United States.

A group of hens were wandering in the open space, searching for insects to eat as snacks. Moore and Friedrich also saw empty cattle and sheep pens, where the cattle and sheep had obviously been driven out to graze.

Of course, a barn is also indispensable. It is built against an earth wall, tall and sturdy. You can tell at a glance that it can store a lot of grain.

"Are all the lands outside the Unity Farm owned by farmers?" Friedrich took out his notebook again.

"Of course!" De Ling nodded, "Who else would be willing to risk their life to protect this place?"

"Does every household have the same amount of land?" Moore asked.

"It has to be the same! Every household has 300 acres of dry land," De Ling said, "It's not the lack of land that is a problem, but the inequality!"

"What do you mean?" Moore asked.

"We are not afraid of poverty, but we are afraid of inequality," De Ling said with a smile, "This is the knowledge of our Han ancestors!"

"It seems to make sense!" Friedrich wrote in his notebook: "It is this egalitarian way of distributing the means of production that allows the people in the united farm to love and help each other. This equal and united way of distribution and organization has always been the Chinese way. Obviously, the victory of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom in China is not without reason."

Moore then asked: "Are they self-governing?"

"They will elect their own council..." De Ling pushed open the door of the hospital, which was also the True Covenant Church, and the strong smell of alcohol hit her face. The "Epidemic Prevention Regulations" were nailed to the wall, and a farm priest in a white robe was taking the pulse of an Irish red-haired girl - there were not only families with Han and Japanese marriages, but also families where both fathers were Han Chinese, and there were also Han immigrants who married Irish white women who converted to True Covenantism.

Friedrich wrote on the latest page of his notebook: "It should be pointed out that this unity farm formed based on ancient Chinese wisdom is extremely inclusive. There are Han Chinese, Japanese, and white people here, but no blacks or Indians were found."

The sound of rapid horse hooves interrupted Friedrich's notes. Sakamoto Ryoma came galloping on a black horse: "Grand Duchess Natalia's steamship has arrived at the Port of San Francisco!" He dismounted, with a burnt bullet hole on his samurai uniform. He showed it to Moore, Friedrich, and De Ling: "There are a few white devils outside the valley."

De Ling snorted coldly: "You are looking for death!" Then he said to the white-robed priest who had just examined the pulse of a pregnant Irish woman: "Old Huang, go and gather 20 people. Everyone should prepare horses and rifles!" Then he said to Moore and Friedrich: "Two Heavenly Masters, I will take you out!"

"Woo."

In the Port of San Francisco, the whistle blew long in the twilight.

Sparks were belching from the chimney of the Grand Duchess of Alaska. Natalia stood on the deck in a military uniform, followed by little Orlov and a tall, middle-aged man with a beard and bright eyes.

After seeing Moore and Friedrich finally board the ship, Natalia turned around and said to the bearded man, "Mikhail Bakunin, tell the captain to sail. I want to go to Panama!"

When the steam engine began to roar, Friedrich's pen tip stopped on his notebook: "When we stand in the cotton fields of Mississippi, we will definitely miss the corn fields of California, the wheat fields and rice fields of Tianwang City, and the Kaiping Mining Bureau and Xuzhou Steel City in the far east - there are the most ideal social forms we have seen so far! It's a pity that these two ideal social forms are on both sides of the Pacific Ocean. If they can be combined, it should be what we are tirelessly pursuing."

(End of this chapter)